poem #92

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Tell me a story in black and white
Satin sheets and a feather
Teasing skin in the dark night

Tight enough to leave the marks
In the morning, loose enough
To make me squirm and beg for more
Pleasure so enticing

No screams but muffled cries
Loud moans in rhythm
With the groans of the lover
When our bodies grind

Sheer lust scented with love
Inked with the pain,
Handled with care
In the deceitful night of love
Did not go in vain

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